Scraps X Shrimpo Novels & Stories

“Oh, sure. I mean, that can be arranged. Plus, there’s lots of spices here that I can use. Is there a place we could cook inside the inn?” Yohan nods almost immediately, then he takes some coins from the small pouch. He then points over to the huge stack of shrimps. The merchant smiles at that and takes some of the shrimp and places it in a plastic bag. Yohan points towards some spices as well, with help from me too since I was whispering the spices I need. After a dozen large shrimps, a handful of clams and oysters, and some spices, the merchant was just about ready to give the plastic over to Yohan.

But their foreheads, brows, and lips were the same, even the way they smiled. Panic kicked in when I saw Sophie’s face growing red and my eyes flew to the plate in front of her. She had a whole dish of shrimp scampi in front of her. I scampered over to her as her pupils rolled up into her head. Oliver looked confused and stood from the chair.

"Like I said, I made your favorite food. It'll only be as warm as the food in my throat if I knew you're on good terms with me while eating so, thanks. Let's all dig in." She opens the plate in front of Mika and giggles happily. Lucas absolutely hates the sound for some reason. Mika, expectantly looks into the plates and sees there a cooked assortment of seafood. She frowns slightly. "Seafood?" "Mostly your favorites. You see the cooked shrimps and urchins? I got them fresh, they came expensive but of course, it's totally worth it when it's you." "They are not my favorite food but thanks." She states and digs in, picking out a selection of shrimps and urchins and what seemed to be a cut into

He even sent a message, "These chicken legs are so fragrant, thumbs up!" After a while, he deliberately posted a plate of stir-fried shrimp and deep-fried spare ribs. Elric wrote, "Not only is this shrimp fragrant, but it also has a fresh sweetness, delicious!" He added, "First time trying spicy spare ribs, so tasty!" Lindsay commented, "I also love this shrimp dish, so flavorful!" Wendy said, "I love the spicy spare ribs, so fragrant." Leslie added, "I prefer the fried meat, it's more delicious than anything I’ve had before."

Kat said as she leaned into Brenden and hooked her arm around his. "Yea and when we get there, notice the beaches under the bridge. Passing merchants would stop and fish for bait to sell on the side in the creek. There's high populations of small shrimps, clams, crayfish, and minnows that call the creek home. All you gotta do is turn over the rocks- all kinds of life. It's awesome." Brenden replied. "True, I've seen it, and I actually have some freshwater clam specimens from under that bridge specifically in my aquariums. They're very good for cleanin' the water," Dillon chimed in.

“Welcome in the deep sea, Jada. Let us show them that our scrap is not cheap.’

They approached a fried rice stall and were greeted by the savory aroma of crabmeat fried rice. "How much for a serving?" Sheila inquired, her mouth watering at the tantalizing scent. "Fifty for a serve," the vendor replied, holding up five fingers to signify the price. "Twenty servings, please," Sheila ordered, eager to satiate their hunger. They were cultivators who consumed energy way faster than ordinary people. The vendor hesitated, incredulous at the sizable order. "Don't hesitate. Start cooking," Chroma Stirling barked impatiently, her arrogance resurfacing.

Then walks into the pantry. "Do you like mushrooms?" She pops her head out of the pantry. "Sure, never had a problem with them." She walks out with a container of rice. I sit down on one of the stools in front of the counter and just watch. She opens the fridge again. She pulls out stake, mushrooms, onion, some pea pods, sour cream, and parmesan cheese, a jar of brown goo stuff, and two tomatoes. What was she making? I was watching, but I'm more of a sandwich guy, so if I can put whatever on a few slices of bread, I'm good. We have a few cooks for the Packhouse, but it's never anything fancy. My teams need a lot of protein because we shift often. This was a whole new world. How would all the

One of them laughed, "Hello, Mr. Lowe. The dishes are ready." Malcolm nodded indifferently. Marilyn turned around and looked at the dining car. When plates of exquisite giant shrimps were placed on the table, Marilyn's clear eyes instantly lit up. Malcolm kept looking at her face. Seeing that she was surprised and happy, he felt much better. Malcolm asked the waiter to leave. He didn't want to be served. Only Malcolm and Marilyn were left. Marilyn smiled and said, "Malcolm, this is a shrimp feast. There are a total of a dozen flavors, including spicy, steamed, and garlic. They are all my favorites. I've tried so many shrimp, the ones here are too beautiful."

I held out the stick for him and slowly, with eyes watching me intensively, he took a bite. He made a face as he swallowed slowly. I raised my brows questioningly and waited. One second. Two second. Three second and-- "This taste marvelous! I want more." He exclaimed and snatched two sticks from me. "Oh my goodness Laurel, where do you even find delicious shrimps like this? Wow." Not caring if it was steaming hot, he shoved two fish fingers into his mouth and munched slowly, savoring the taste as he shook his head from side to side. I chuckled, amused at his reaction.